Pressure Points

A Poem

Photo by Heshan Perera on Unsplash

i can feel it like a quake
in the center of my chest,
and it’s almost a wonder
you couldn’t feel it too

but the distance can’t be breached
and time moves on just the same
because this is a one-sided story

i can feel the burn begin
from the sun inside my soul,
radiating outward in bursts,
as if i’m ready to combust

but no one sees the change
because no one’s looking closely
and maybe that’s a small miracle

i can feel the chill in the air
that tells me winter’s here
inside these long hours,
and they won’t go away

but spring will come soon,
the blooms will return with passion,
and i’ll move on again, as always

i can feel the truth of it
in the cadence of your voice
right before you say goodbye —
and i know i won’t see you again